Yours never wasand never will be what the fuck was i thinking.
A Kiss On The ForeheadHumming bird,for the last time;it's over.
I Don't Want To Wash My HairMy friend,curled up around me,said my hairsmelt nice.I did not tell herthat was becauseit smeltof you.
Tougher Than Coffin Nailsbabe, don't worry about hurting me you couldn'teven if you tried
So Vaini always thinkthat what you writeis about me
Six About Five1.i love thatyou alwaysspell my name right.2.we never reallyhung outwe just dated.3.i can't waitfor usto happen.4.i still thinkabout yousometimes.5.you're alwaystoo faraway.6.i wish thingshad endeddifferently.
This One Is About You.Hey,I want you.Just once,that's all it would take.
To-Do List: December 200901-12-2009 I kind of wish you were still with me now01-12-2009 Once isn't enough for me anymore02-12-2009 She will steal your cigarettes and alcohol03-12-2009 It feels so nice to laugh without inhibitions08-12-2009 No, please stop, you're making me fall for you09-12-2009 High tide and low slung jeans09-12-2009 Pretty sure nothing has ever smelt better than you10-12-2009 Oh goodness. I feel a bit ill.10-12-2009 Friend. That word can sometimes sting.14-12-2009 I always wonder if i'm going to see you in the city.14-12-2009 And all i can keep thinking is 'my clothes would have been dry by now'14-12-2009 My bag smells of man16-12-2009 A lot of what i write *is* about you, you silly boy!17-12-2009 Work through the storm17-12-2009 He's lucky to not have me.18-12-2009 Oh, ill take you apart alright, i'll tear you to pieces if you'll let me.21-12-2009 Lover of square sprockets and rocket launchers21-12-2009 I love the smell of your cigarettes in my hair23-12-2009 Deliciously o
I Want To Know But I Don'thow manyothersare there?
All Good ThingsI drink yoursmellout of mypillowsand wish thatthiscould last.
Note Turned Poemi love you like i love chai tea with milk and honey.which is a lot.
To-Do List: January 201001-01-2010 Cold nights and city lights02-01-2010 Still don't feel like i belong anywhere03-01-2010 Day turned out much better than expected because of you03-01-2010 Roadkill photo shoot05-01-2010 Cricket on the radio, tennis on the tv05-01-2010 Choc chip cookie and a bud06-01-2010 And crying yourself to sleep doesn't work anymore06-01-2010 Obviously not me.09-01-2010 Needs your type of satisfaction09-01-2010 Pushups on the roundabout at nighttime15-01-2010 Still feel like i'm going to die young15-01-2010 Two years since i found my new home15-01-2010 When i say i miss america i think i mean i miss you.17-01-2010 You always were an awkward boy17-01-2010 Feeling left out in my own home17-01-2010 I don't think i need you actually, i lied to you.18-01-2010 Jealous of no one who might be your someone19-01-2010 It's just one sickness after another with us20-01-2010 Three pills a day plus fiber20-01-2010 I miss the end of the line20-01-2010 Is good at getting what she wants
Return To Senderyou were nevermeantto hold myhand.
You Know Who You Are Cliff edgeeyes.Please don't let me fall.
TravelerYou're lying,you're not inMexico.You're herewith me,in my heart.
make like yellow and slow downThis is a story about octagonsand road rage. Well, actually,this isn't a story; instead, thisis a to-do list. So complete it.*Paint a stop sign green,and GO away, one way,says an arrow on someother sign not to follow.Paint this one magenta;paint that one cerulean.Transform an entire streetinto a Crayola crayon box.Park in a no parking zone.Go directly to jail. Escape.Go three times the speedlimit, dumbass driver. Getcaught. Get a ticket. Geta life. Give me your ticket,but tell me it's for a train.Paint the railroad crossingsign invisible. Wait for it.Eat the 't' in train. "Hey,I'm a weatherman now."Flash flood alert: drownyourself. If you survivethe trainwreck, at least.Locate the nearest crosswalk,and backflip to the other side.Please get hit by a bus or caror truck. Get run over by anambulance for the Irony. Diein the hospital. I could hope.<
someone in the world loves youtoo bad it's not me
the difference is in the labelThe only thing that separatesLove and Lusti s t h e p r i c e t a g
turn your back to the treesannie,i have no one else towrite to. i am ever-so-sorrybut bleeding words from betweencongealing eyelashes.today, sheunderstood me.God, i didn't even want tobend backher fingerstil they broke.annie, i just wanted to cry for her and the birch trees.i felt so scaredand was i stillalive? i wish shewere wrong but shecouldn't be, she knewbut he didn't,he didn't knowhow to feel.i just love him,annie, i do.i am sitting on a toadstool,that's howludicrous i feel.i catch fire to the woodswith the redradiating frommy cheeks.annie,i am so afraidall the time and i thinki have burnt myhouse to a pool ofcinders and kindle-wood.i forget the wateris boiling next to acloth until the tea kettlescreams and theceiling's oak-stainedbeams lie by my ankles.i am terrified withevery breath i take,anniebut i know inthe way my heartis still beating,i cannot bear to cryfor her anymore.love always.
prose and con men of psychosisi could write about how you make me write things i dont mean to mean.i could write about the rights and wrongs you did or didnt do to me.i could write a petulant refrain to refrain myself from thinking of you.i could write a story with fictional characters kinda-sorta based off us.or i could stop whining riddled tropes and take my own terrible advice.--Pro: if i cramp my tendons, physical pain could overshadow emotional pain.Pro: two wrongs might not make a write, but two negatives make a positive.Pro: if my closed skull asphyxiated, my dysfunctional choir would evaporate.Pro: in fiction, anything is possible; in poetry, a liar lives without guidelines.well you are a pro, arent you?--you could read the shit i write, but youd mistake it for a fly and swat it to the wall.you could fix the mistakes i mistook for attention, but if it aint broke why bother? you could be written a million different ways, but youd still pollute m
i just hope you'll remember meFINEdon't write words like'you' or 'we' or 'Devin'because not even myname is important toyou. and apparentlyi'll forget you in time,but oh, you're wrongin so many ways, yetit feels so right. left?i always mix them up.FINEonly talk about yourself.only tell me stuff i knowalready. only love me ifit's convenient for you--but i'm not; i'm immoral.assassinate me. i am anass, twice, i'm in (h)ate:not in (love). or in both.in deep shit too. thoughyou, on the other hand,are in denial (i also am)i may not be an elephant,but i will never forget you
in fifty yearsi think that evenGod will leave me, that's how lone-ly you make me feel.
Don't Look Downdontlookdowndont look down dont look down.Shes hiding her heart behind the fortress wallsof her tightly compressed skin stretched overher love starved skeleton; shes begging for redemption.She lives on leftover wishes that have been thrownaway and rejected by shallow girls who have it all.dontbreaknowdont break now dont break
blame it on the weathermanweatherman tells me, forty percentchance of snow tonight,i wonder if he means,forty percent chance of crying tonight,i don't cry but i wonder if my tearswill flash-freeze to my cheeksand women will gawk andtell the men they love,diamonds on her face,diamonds are beautifuland she is not,and i wonder if they see my heavyjaw or wing joints stunted on my back,think, God, what a pity, she can'teven fly.i am afraid of the winterwhere the ice is breakingand the ocean freezes over.salt will bubble and iwill die,i'm going to die, i see it in your eyes.
GirlI was your first kiss.You will always be my last love.